Standing out on a pier that stretches long into the ocean, waiting for the sun to disappear. As the sun dips lower, so to does the the briskness of the breeze. I can see your arms folding, as the cool air nips your lovely flesh. With a soft smile I think, "one of us was wise enough to bring a coat." I offer you mine, but you refuse. This will not do, I can't have you cold, even for such an amazing view. The coat is long, with ample cloth. With hands in deep pockets, I can slip in behind you, wrap you in it's warmth, and pull you back into my embrace. Now we can watch the sun set, it's warmth has been replaced. Lost in this warm precious moment I think, "I'm so glad she didn't bring a coat." | 
